Over the Line – Part 5: Touchdown

By ty dehner

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I wake slowly, out of the darkness I feel someone spit on my face. It doesn’t roll down, it just stays there, and as I focus I see the blue eyes of my Linebacker. My throat is raw as I try to reach for him but find my hands are still bound behind me. My Sir’s face is bloodied. I try to speak but can’t for I’m still gagged.

“Pig,” he gently smiles and then stands, and I see a booted foot swing over me as Sir kicks the oncoming cowboy. Struggling my body around I see more of the barn, two of the cowboys are out cold, the noose I still around my neck but the rope has been undone and strings from the ceiling loosely. As Sir fights the last cowboy, I try to stand, hoping to give any assistance I can. The cracking of some bones can be heard as Sir slams the cowboy into a post. Breathing heavily Sir steps back and the cowboy falls into a pile of horse shit, face first. Bent over and out of breath, Linebacker Sir looks at what he has accomplished and sits on a bale of hay.

Getting to my knees, then my feet, I walk to my strong Master. I look at him, as he looks up at me. Awkwardly kneeling, I lay my head in his lap. Still gagged and my hands bound, it is all I can do to let him know how much he means to me. His hand gently strokes my head.

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Over the Line – Part 4: Fourth Down

By ty dehner

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The clicking of the breathing from the gas mask woke me. Unsure of the time, it was morning and I felt Linebacker’s arm wrapped around me, holding me near him. The constant light breathing from the mask was all that I heard as I stretched. I could feel the smooth slick surface of Sir’s football pants against my bare skin, with his one leg wrapped over both of mine. Naked, because Sir was punishing me for not doing my work out while he was out of town for the week, that is how I was waking this morning.

I had disappointed Sir by not doing my workout while he was gone. He was not overly pissed but there was some punishment doled out when he returned home last night. My sleeping naked is strong statement from him, because we both love gear and for me not to be in it also disappoints him. As I woke more, I rolled over and looked at my gas masked Linebacker sleeping. Slowly, I worked my way down to his crotch, under the blankets of our bed. Gently working the laces on his pants, I got his beautiful dick out and was able to take it in my mouth. While lightly toying with his dick with my tongue, I reached up and covered the breathing port on Sir’s gas mask. As the air was missing, he shuttered awake, his gloved hands reaching down and stroking my shaved head. Sir rolled on his back and let me continue his wake-up call.

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